you've changed faces and I'm getting to know them one by one

sunday night, 

what an awful dissolution

you bring banana wine

waltz in with valour

leftovers --- last night's drugs 

pulsating in your system

the wonders of ecstasy

with ladies far more open than me

you ponder and sway

as I prepare your lemon cake

unaware that my mind has been made

no more sunday nights

as awful as this

and what

has friendship been to me

all this very long hard time

if you meet me inebriated

and without a clue 

worrying about the condition

of your romantic pursuit

but no man may be in pursuit

of the river that changes course

this delicate time

all the people I know

slipping away like sand and

the silly grieving that follows

of the person they were to me

and the loving they left

and no death is greater than

the one that follows the loss

for the person I was with them

died with them

and how I had achingly longed

to meet her again. 

you changed faces, 

I'm getting to know them

one by one

but the next change

may bear no witness

for my hands and eyes shall be occupied

and the love I keep may be reserved

for affections, stronger than mine.

and you may continue

whatever path you have chosen

resistant still to hard conversation

and the loving 

that brought tears

to your calloused hands.